One mid-February day in 1821, John James Audubon was walking down Royal Street in New Orleans’ French Quarter. Audubon had been in New Orleans for about a month, scrounging a living drawing portraits of whoever would pay him. Much as people still do today in Jackson Square in the city. He was thirty-six. It was not an easy time. His wife, Lucy, was in Louisville with their children. He had little money, if any. It was just a year earlier that he had made the great decision “to compleat a collection of the
What a great story, told so artfully.
I really enjoyed reading it and learning a bit about New Orleans history. Merci Richard !
What a wonderful story!!! Who was she, I wonder...
What an amazing story, Richard! It's the core of a great novel, don't you think?